Importance of Life
A touch will always drive a person. If an individual
is good, it might be objectives, adoration, a need to look after, or a need to
feel acknowledged. For others with an obscurer personality, it could be abhorrence,
revenge or neediness. No matter what type of individual, there’s something significant
to every Tom, Dick, and Harry.
I’m no
concession even though for a while I believed nothing was significant to me. To
say I was a problematic child would be situating it a little - I was the offspring
of hell incarnate, the devil’s apprentice in size 5 shoes. I only am concerned
about two things: me and my small need I wanted. I was a complete brat.
But
one day at the age of 15, I instigated to think more like an ethical adult. Ultimately
my thoughts revolved to speculating “Why am I here? Is there a motive?” I was preoccupied
by these questions and they even kept me up some nights, leaving me tired the
next day (until my 20 bowls of sugared coffee flowed in).
Finally,
after doubting about a million questions, I found an answer - a modest answer,
but one that pleased me. I was here to live, to see as much as I could, and to
do as much as I could. You only live once, so to do what you can to the best of
your ability and just live was enough for me. If I were to leave this earth
now, I would hate it with all my being. The only thing that matters to me, the
only thing I care about, is to live!
I
don’t care how or why I decided this was the most significant factor, or even if
it makes any sense, but I feel that at the age of 24, I have previously
experienced as many hardships as some adults. I feel the more experiences I
gain, the more significant my goal seems to be. What is important to me is to see
how my life will end, and to give it one heck of a back story.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Kariappa Maletira Karumbaiah
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